When the pine trees waiting for tomorrow leave the cold land,
It's time for them to return to their warm home,
And to meet everyone in the joy of the last day,
Then they will sparkle to sing the happy song of the year...
Across the street, there are unexpected wildflowers,
They only bloom in the cold winter.
Their happiness is just being in nature,
Listening to the birds flying over the mountainside,
And the sky drops by drops of clear dew
To fall in their petals.
And tomorrow morning, they will bloom shimmering again
With unnamed colors
And sing the song without words
And be at peace with them.
TNTQ
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